Sherbet
From the corner where the shadows loom, dreams bloom, Hustle hard, never slack, got that street perfume, Runnin' wild with the pack, where the spirits consume, Life's a game of chess, but I'm checkin' for doom. Late nights, street lights, visions in the haze, Dodgin' cops and the ops, in a dangerous maze, Countin' stacks, no relax, in this concrete phase, Built for war, I endure, through the fiery blaze. Heart of a lion, mind sharper than a knife, Every corner got a story, every struggle’s my life, Lost some brothers to the game, now I’m livin' for strife, Paint the canvas with my pain, that's the art of my life. Got the wisdom of the streets, and the youth in my veins, Learned to rise from the fall, breakin' all of the chains, In the land of the lost, where the hope still remains, I’m the voice of the block, where the hustle sustains. chains From the corner where the shadows loom, dreams bloom, Echoes of the past, like a ghost in the room, Hustle in the veins, every step’s a resume, Countin' all the losses, but we never hit replay. Streetlights flicker while the night whispers hope, Chasin' paper trails, tryin’ hard just to cope, Every block a story, every face got a tale, Survivors in the struggle, we prevail without fail. Concrete jungle, where the lions roam free, Eyes on the prize, ain't no time for the plea, Grit in the soul, with the fire in the chest, We rise from the ashes, never settle for less. Dreams painted vivid, like a mural on the wall, In the depths of despair, we still answer the call, From the corner where the shadows loom, we ignite, With the heart of a warrior, we ready for the fight. white
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From the corner where the shadows loom, dreams bloom, Hustle hard, never slack, got that street perfume, Runnin' wild with the pack, where the spirits consume, Life's a game of chess, but I'm checkin' for doom. Late nights, street lights, visions in the haze, Dodgin' cops and the ops, in a dangerous maze, Countin' stacks, no relax, in this concrete phase, Built for war, I endure, through the fiery blaze. Heart of a lion, mind sharper than a knife, Every corner got a story, every struggle’s my life, Lost some brothers to the game, now I’m livin' for strife, Paint the canvas with my pain, that's the art of my life. Got the wisdom of the streets, and the youth in my veins, Learned to rise from the fall, breakin' all of the chains, In the land of the lost, where the hope still remains, I’m the voice of the block, where the hustle sustains. chains From the corner where the shadows loom, dreams bloom, Echoes of the past, like a ghost in the room, Hustle in the veins, every step’s a resume, Countin' all the losses, but we never hit replay. Streetlights flicker while the night whispers hope, Chasin' paper trails, tryin’ hard just to cope, Every block a story, every face got a tale, Survivors in the struggle, we prevail without fail. Concrete jungle, where the lions roam free, Eyes on the prize, ain't no time for the plea, Grit in the soul, with the fire in the chest, We rise from the ashes, never settle for less. Dreams painted vivid, like a mural on the wall, In the depths of despair, we still answer the call, From the corner where the shadows loom, we ignite, With the heart of a warrior, we ready for the fight. white
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